Neverwinter Forest tranquility

Sullivan was uninterested in hunting; exerting too much energy was not his forte. He hated the feeling of being out of breath and often found himself feeling this way when he ran around too much. Sullivan turned to Ciarán, smiling thinly at the answer he provided. He didn't want to run—he just wanted to eat; he dreamed of the fruits that came after their labor. 

Despite his opinions, he remained as cheery as he could muster for Aibreann's sake. After all, she had gone out of the way to plan the day for them, and he had to appreciate her efforts. "We eat!" he pipped up from his mother's side, trying to keep things lively for his own sake.